Today would have been the 90th birthday of Marilyn Monroe.
Happy birthday Marilyn!
I remember exactly where I was when I heard of her death. I was home on leave from the Army for the weekend. I awoke on that warm, August, Sunday morning and heard the news on my transistor radio.
My first reaction was one of great sadness. Profound sadness. For many reasons.
Marilyn was a love goddess who died alone.
I don't know anyone who didn't love Marilyn Monroe. Everyone liked her and yet she had so much sadness in her life.
I am forever thankful that I grew up in the Fifties when Marilyn lite up our movie screens.
Didn't we all feel just a little bit protective of Marilyn? Even me, gay as I was then and am now.
My feeling for Marilyn wasn't sexual but I do know just looking at her made me feel good.
There are many beautiful women in Hollywood and the world but there were few who sparkled brighter than Marilyn.
I've always considered Hedy Lamar the most beautiful woman in the movies but Hedy didn't have that special quality that Marilyn had. That hard to describe quality that just made you feel good about yourself and being in the same world that Marilyn inhabited.
On the next clear night, look up at the sky. Look for the brightest star. That would be Marilyn.
Happy birthday dear Marilyn.